by C. Davis
“Christ, Senorita.” He groaned, “I love the way your pussy grips my dick.”
“Oh. My. God. Harder, fuck me harder.” I moaned.
Lance grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back, growling in my ear. “If I fuck you any harder, I’m gonna break the damn table.”
“Then take me to the bed.”
“Not yet, not until I feel you cum all over my dick. You wanted multiple orgasms, so that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.”
Chapter 8
Lance
I rolled over on my side and brushed Camila’s hair out of her face. I hate her. I hate her. Looking at her sleep next to me did something to me. It made me feel an emotion I never thought I’d feel. The more I keep telling myself I hate this girl; the bigger liar I’m becoming. Not only was I slowly forgetting about Aubree, but I was starting to think of Camila like a friend.
A friend that you fuck, Lance.
I wrapped one arm over her waist and pulled her closer to me. I heard her moan in her sleep, making my cock stir. We didn’t bother putting our clothes back on. We were too exhausted to care. Nobody would come back here anyway. I also didn’t care that Trevor and Oliver saw me take Camila to the back. I also hated that Trevor made her cry. He had to know that Camila liked him more than a friend. It wasn’t his fault he was attracted to men, but did he have to flaunt Oliver in front of her?
“Lance?”
“Go back to sleep,” I mumbled as I nestled my face in her neck.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Doesn’t matter, let’s just sleep and when we wake up, I’ll fuck you again.”
“I don’t think I can cum again.”
I grabbed her thigh, bringing it back to my hip. She gasped when I kissed her neck and sucked on her skin. I took her flesh between my teeth and bit down. She moaned, reaching over to wrap her hand around my length. I groaned when she stroked me from shaft to head. I became putty in her hand when she pumped me faster.
“Goddamn, girl. That feels so good.” I said, placing sloppy kisses down her neck.
Camila straddled me as I let out a string of profanities. She slid down my length and pressed her palms against my bare chest. Her hips gyrated as my cock slid in and out of her.
“Give it to me.” She growled.
I thrust my hips. Harder and faster. If she wants me to give it to her, I’ll give it to her. I’ll give it to my little Senorita good. So good she’ll forget about what made her upset.
Did I really just call her my Senorita?
“Yes,” I hissed, “How’s that, Senorita?”
There’s that word.
Senorita.
There’s only one other person that gets away with calling her that. Two total people can use that as a nickname. Oliver, her brother and me. How I pulled that, I have no clue. But I like it. It just means she trusts me.
“I’m. Going. To. Come.” Camila growled through clenched teeth.
I can feel her walls closing in on me and that’s when I feel it. The sting on my cheek. Did she slap me? I grip her hip and palm her ass, giving her left ass cheek a firm smack. She slapped me again. And I can’t help but get even more turned on. I shouldn’t like it but I do. And I hate the fact I might start developing feelings for the girl I’m supposed to hate. If only I could take what I did to her. But I can’t. And I hate myself for it. I remember it like it was yesterday.
***
“How could you?” Camila whispered, a single tear slipping down her cheek.
“Camila…”
“You were using me just so you could write my name on the fucking list. And for what? A lump sum of cash.”
“It is what it is, sweetheart. All you were was an easy way to get paid.”
She reared back and punched me in the nose. I groaned and stumbled back, holding my nose. No punch could hurt more than when she did it. I felt a pinch at my heart as she tried her best to hold back her tears.
The entire football team cheered and clapped when Austin handed me the marker. I took it and never took my eyes off Camila.
“Go ahead, Lance. Write her off on the wall.”
“Yeah, Lance,” she spat, “Write me off on the wall. But know this, you do it and get ready for war for the rest of your life. I will guarantee you a whole world of hurt.”
“Bring it on, love. I do have to admit… I loved being the one who popped your cherry.”
“Fuck you, Spelling. I hope you don’t have to go to the hospital after this.”
“After what?”
She charged at me and toppled over me. She dug her nails into my neck as I tried to kick her off of me. I widened my eyes when she released my neck and grabbed the side of my head. She smashed my head into the concrete floor, making my vision hazy. Austin grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her into two of his friends. They held her back as Austin helped me to my feet.
“Do it,” Austin said.
I walked over the wall and spelled out her name. I turned to see Camila with her head cast down. I didn’t need to see her face to know she was crying. I’d officially broken the new girl. Just like I said I would. Austin clapped me on the back and smirked at Camila. “So, tell me, how did it feel to fuck a virgin?”
“So tight and so good.” I lied.
It didn’t feel good. I didn’t even want her to find out. Why? Because I did like Camila Martinez. I started to fall for her at the last minute. One minute too late. And now I’ve just lost a friend and possibly what I considered a girlfriend.
“Fuck you, Lance,” Camila growled.
“Yeah, we already played that and you lost. Remember… or do I need to remind you?”
“Watch your back, Spelling,” she threatened as Austin has her escorted out of the men’s locker room.
Austin nodded to his friend, “Give him his prize, Gage.”
Gage handed me the envelope and grinned, “Welcome to The Royales, Lance.”
I’m sorry, Camila.
I do hope you forgive me someday.
But I already knew I fucked up big time.
There was no going back to what we used to be.
I also knew how Camila worked. She was a spiteful girl and was going to be back for revenge. I guess I would just have to sleep with one eye open and watch my back. She would strike. And I would be ready to fight back. I’m Lance Fucking Spelling and I won't back down from a fight. Ever. Not even from a girl.
Chapter 9
Camila
I rolled out of the bed, careful not to wake Lance. I quickly put on my clothes and gathered my things. I knew the drill. Even though he was kind of sweet in his way last night, I knew better. He would always find a way to break me. I slipped out of the room and sighed in relief when I didn’t see anyone. Just as I put one foot over the threshold, I heard Vincent say. “You know, for the record, I don’t know what he did, but maybe you should give him a break.”
I turned and glared at him, “What he did is unforgivable. There’s no forgiving the fact he used me.”
“But isn’t that what you’re doing to him… using him.”
“No,” I lied, “I’m not…”
“Lance has had a hard year. You should bury the hatchet.”
“You don’t have any idea what he did, do you? I was sure he would brag to you about how heartless he is.”
“I don’t know. He rarely talks about his past.”
“Then, ask him what The Royales mean to him.”
I turned to leave but he called out to me. “Camila Martinez, number three?”
“How could you know that?” I asked angrily.
“Shit,” he whispered under his breath, “I knew you looked familiar.”
“How do you know about that? The only people who knew I was number three were…”
Vincent widened his eyes when I advanced towards him. I shoved him against the wall and growled. “Who the fuck are you really, Vincent?”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I tried to stop th
em.”
“What?” I asked.
“Lance was going to call it off, but the team had plans for him.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know what to tell you. Go home for a while and meet me down at the lake. I’ll tell you everything you need to know about that day.”
“Tell me who you are.”
“I’m Vincent, Austin’s brother. Please, just meet me there at dusk.”
“Fine, but if this is a trick… I’ll fucking gut you.”
“Fair enough. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Just please, don’t think of me as that motherfucker’s brother.”
“At dusk,” I confirmed.
I texted Aubree and asked her to pick me up. Like always, she was with Murdoch. And Lila? She’s fighting with Caine. So, I guess it’s walking I go. Just as I start to walk, I hear a honk. I turn to see my brother leaning over and grinning. “Need a ride, Senorita?”
Senorita?
All I can think of is how the word rolled off Lance’s tongue last night.
I open the door and sigh, slamming the door.
He smirked, “So, Lance?”
“We’re just…” I start, “Friends?”
What were Lance and I? Not friends. Not lovers. I guess enemies with benefits.
“Now I know you’re lying. You and I both know there’s nothing friendly about you and Lance.”
I sighed, “I know and that’s the problem. I…”
I hated that I was starting to fall for the Spelling charm all over again. I swore to myself I would never be that stupid again. And if I had to fight dirty, then so be it.
“Where am I taking you?” Oliver asked.
“I don’t know. Anywhere that Lance isn’t.”
“Aren’t you meant to open up the liquor store today?”
“No, Evan is.”
“Just take me home.”
Oliver drove me home and patted my thigh, “Don’t wait up.”
“I’m going out tonight.”
“With Lance?”
“Just a friend and no, it’s not Lance.”
“Be safe, sister.”
“Always am.”
I stepped into the house I shared with my brother and swallowed hard when I saw a half-naked Trevor on my sofa. I averted my gaze and tried to walk past him quickly. His voice made me freeze. “When were you gonna tell me you and Lance are a thing?”
“We’re not a thing,” I told him.
“Then, why are you doing the walk of shame. I saw you last night and I know you were with Lance.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Camila, have you forgotten what he did to you?”
I clenched my fists and let out a frustrated breath. “I haven’t forgotten.”
“I’m just trying to look after you. You’re my best friend.”
Ouch.
That hurts.
Just a friend.
“The only thing that hurts is when I see you with my brother,” I whispered.
I started to panic when he stood up and whispered, “What did you just say?”
“N-nothing...”
“No, I heard you. Why would you say that?”
I averted my gaze only to have him cage me against the wall. Our faces are so close. One more inch and I could kiss him. I lean forward and closed my eyes. Waiting for him to protest. Something. Anything.
I opened my eyes to see him backing away. He shook his head and whispered. “I can’t, Camila. I can’t do that to Oliver. I thought you knew I preferred men.”
I gently pushed him away and wiped my tears. “I’m sorry, Trevor, but I have to go.”
“Camila, listen…”
“I’m sorry, Trevor. I need to go.”
And put my heart back together.
I can’t believe I even attempted that.
How could I do that?
“Camila!” I hear Trevor plead, “Let me in.”
“Please, Trevor, can we just forget that happened?”
I cracked the door open and met Trevor’s sympathetic expression. I hugged myself and stepped to the side to let him enter my room.
“How long?” he whispered.
“How long what?” I tried to play dumb, but he knew better.
“Camila,” Trevor says, pulling me in for a hug. “I’m sorry, but…”
“You’re with my brother, I get it.”
“Even if I weren’t with him, I still wouldn’t be attracted to you.”
“It’s okay, Trevor,” I whispered.
He shook his head and murmured. “It’s not okay, Camila. I’ve been a terrible friend to you. I’m sorry I never… that… fuck, I’m just sorry.”
“Can do me a favor? You don’t have to, but…”
“Name it,” he says.
“Just give me one kiss.”
Trevor closed his eyes and sighed, “Okay. Know this, nothing else can happen. Just a kiss and then we put this behind us.”
Trevor pressed his lips against mine. I’m expecting it to be everything I’ve ever dreamed of. But it isn’t. To me, it does nothing. Like I’m kissing my brother. I quickly pull away and he furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”
“I felt nothing.”
“Good,” he says.
“Trevor, the entire time I felt nothing. The only thing… oh shit, I think I’m in trouble.”
He raised a brow.
“I think I might be catching feelings for Lance.”
“Lance doesn’t deserve you. And truthfully, I don’t deserve to be your best friend.”
“So, you were with the fuck boy last night?”
“Yes,” I whispered, “And I can’t help but feel guilty for what I’m going to do to him.”
“No, don’t feel guilty. He’s had it coming to him for a long time. Are you backing out of the plan?”
Yes.
I wanted to forget about my revenge plan.
“No,” I lied.
“You know it’s okay to put this behind you if you’re starting to feel something for Lance.”
“I’m not.” Another lie.
“Are you sure?” Trevor asked.
“Yes,” I say, “Lance Spelling has to go down and I’m the one to put him down.”
Deep down, I know I’m just lying to him and myself. Lance Spelling is going to be my destruction. Like a storm destroying everything in sight.
“If he hurts you again, I’ll have no choice but to tell Oliver. I’ll have to tell him why you and Lance hate each other.”
“He won’t,” I tell him. But I know one of us will have their heart broke. I just hope it’s not me.
“Again, I’m sorry about everything. Friends?”
“Friends,” I say.
This time, it doesn’t hurt. Maybe I never actually liked him that way. I think I was just in love with the idea of being someone. Trevor was just there. Wrong place, wrong time.
“I’ve got to go, but we’ll talk later. I’ve got to meet your brother for dinner.”
I nod and feel my heart drop. Not because I still have feelings for Trevor, but because I feel guilty for taking advantage of Lance. I know I shouldn’t but I do. And have no idea why.
Chapter 10
Camila
I can’t help but feel a little guilty about using Lance. Vincent was right. I was taking advantage of Lance.
Don’t forget, he used you to.
Made a fool of me.
“I didn’t think you would show.” I hear Vincent say.
I gasped and folded my arms over my chest.
“Well, I did.” I countered.
“So, you did,” Vincent remarked.
“Well?”
I came here for answers. Not a staring contest.
“Lance never wanted to hurt you. He l…”
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
“It’s true. He liked you back then.”
The hell he did.
I gave him my heart and he ripped it out. L
ance crushed it into a million pieces.
